I took a little stroll with the “Jack” this afternoon, to Hove cemetery North side, to pay my respects to a very dear friend. I went loaded with the camera for a reason “Not a morbid one”. Brighton and Hove cemetery’s carry bag’s of history and my interest lay’s with a certain man. I read a little bit about this man and where he was buried, that’s all I had to go on. As you are all aware burial grounds are huge, so it took me many attempts to find the plot.

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The flint Chapel on the South side heading east, Hove cemetery.

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A couple of visitors enjoying the view’s of Hove from the Chapel. The tower takes on a face like appearance, what do you think!

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One of the Classical monuments in the cemetery.

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This was the Grave that I was looking for. Martin Leonard Landfried.

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What was you doing at 15 yrs of age! I don’t know where he was born ,but he was buried in Hove. When Martin Leonard Landfried was just a lad, he sounded The Charge! The Charge of the Light Brigade at Balaclava. You couldn’t imaging what was going on in his head or what he saw that day…

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This lad made it through the battle at Balaclava and survived to serve, in the Indian Mutiny and retired as a Trumpet Major. Tennyson wrote, “into the valley of Death rode the six hundred“. A lovely piece of history on my doorstep. “God bless him”.
I shall add more to this blogg sometime.